Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill, One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said: "Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"

Well, you know, we was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek, One man said to the other man, he began to speak, he said: "Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"

Well, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus. All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us, sayin': "Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!) Get your rocks off-a me!"